For Abd al-Wakil and Maryam AzzamInspired by your love of scary stories
Ibrahim Khan
and the Mystery of the Haunted Lake
FARHEEN KHAN
THE ISLAMIC FOUNDATION
Copyright © The Islamic Foundation, 2010/1431 H
Text copyright 2010 Farheen Khan
ISBN 978-0-86037-423-7
MUSLIM CHILDREN’S LIBRARY
THE IBRAHIM KHAN SERIES
Ibrahim Khan and the Mystery of the Haunted Lake
Author Farheen Khan
Editor Fatima D’Oyen
Illustrators Hisham and Sharelle Haqq
Cover/Book design & typeset Nasir Cadir
Coordinator Anwar Cara
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ISBN 978-0-86037-423-7
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE Triple Chocolate Delight
CHAPTER FOUR The Legend of the Haunted Lake
CHAPTER FIVE Early Morning Scare
CHAPTER SEVEN Another Morning Scare
CHAPTER ONE
Triple Chocolate Delight
“Just open it!” yelled Zayn.
“Patience,” whispered Ibrahim. “You have to do these things in the right order,” he explained, as he sniffed the outside of the rectangular metal box. Carefully lifting it, Ibrahim weighed the box in one hand then the other, a skill he had picked up from all his detective work. After a few more minutes of careful consideration, he was ready.
“Spaghetti and meatballs!” Ibrahim announced.
“Are you sure?” asked Zayn.
“Positive,” said Ibrahim. “Oh, and don’t forget two… no three Triple Chocolate Delight cookies!”
Opening Ibrahim’s lunch box, Zayn let out a yelp!
“How… how did you know?” Zayn stammered.
“Skill, my dear cousin, skill,” replied Ibrahim, ruffling Zayn’s already messy hair, which he liked to keep a little long.
Ibrahim, who was a little taller than his cousin, had short black hair and an infectious smile.
Pulling his lunch box towards him, Ibrahim took out the contents one at a time: a bottle of milk, a bag of grapes, three Triple Chocolate Delight cookies and, of course, a large container of spaghetti and meatballs.
“I wish I’d get a Triple Chocolate Delight cookie once in a while,” Zayn complained, eyeing Ibrahim’s snack. “All I ever get are apples, apples and more apples.
